The green light, like a flame about to be extinguished in the cold wind, flashed on Li Yao's retina, and then disappeared without a trace.

Li Yao held his breath, stretched out a spiritual wire, and reached into the reactor ding.

But when he passed through the gap, he encountered a layer of strange existence like a film.

"Wave!"

As if a soap bubble had been punctured by him, there was a faint sigh in the cracks, and then a series of small green dots of light, like sparkling dandelion seeds, erupted and danced in the wind under the night sky.

Li Yao was dumbfounded, he had never seen such a strange thing.

It is not only like transparent fireflies, but also like bunches of delicate flowers, and more like a fire demon with life.

They danced around Li Yao, and their trajectories carried some kind of unpredictable regularity, as if sending out a mysterious message.

Li Yao poked out more spiritual threads from the spiritual roots, and gently stabbed them towards the bundles of green fire.

"Boom!"

In an instant, hundreds of fires of information exploded in his mind, causing him to "see" and "hear" countless things.

He seemed to be surrounded by tens of thousands of images at the same time.

Most of them are mystical and complicated realizations and refining processes, and a small part is a scene of some people cheering and crying with joy.

"The Xuan Bone Project is finally going to succeed!"

This sentence echoed in Li Yao's mind repeatedly.

Bursts of heroic laughter followed.

He could even feel a great sense of pride, pride, excitement and relief.

"It's—"

When Li Yao stood in place, it took a full hour to digest and absorb all the information flows, and suddenly found that in the depths of his memory, there were countless more real yàn numbers and refining methods related to the Xuan Bone Project.

The originally vague concepts and conjectures have all become extremely clear, and every detail of the Xuan Gu plan has been strung together. Like a glittering crystal edifice, it stood in his mind.

This feeling is like the inspiration of hundreds of people, in the mind of one person, exploded, exploding brilliant fireworks!

Look at the sky again. The fireflies disappeared at some point.

Li Yao rubbed his cheeks vigorously, making sure that this qiē was definitely not an illusion.

He probed the spirit silk into the reactor again.

The hundreds of transparent fireflies had become extremely weak and fell into a long dead silence, and Li Yao could even clearly feel that the spiritual energy was flying away from them.

It may not be long before these transparent fireflies will fall apart and disappear with the wind.

Li Yao's heart was beating like a drum, and he vaguely felt that he had discovered a big secret, and hurriedly passed through the miniature crystal brain. I got in touch with my mentor.

Ten minutes later, Yuan Manqiu arrived at the scene.

She took the reactor ding, closed her eyes, and sank her thoughts into it, while listening to Li Yao's account of what happened.

"For more than half a year, I have been fond of sitting under the statue of the Bone Battle Armor and meditating, because my mind is very active here. The thinking is very clear, and one after another will pop up one after another that even scares itself. That feeling is like having countless refining masters discussing and communicating with me! ”

"As time went on, this feeling became stronger and stronger, and I even had the illusion that the Xuan Bone Battle Armor was not a statue. Not even a wreckage, but one, no, dozens, hundreds of living people! ”

"Until today. When I listened to the progress of the instructors, I found that everyone was stuck in the refining of the reactor tripod. ”

"So I sat here again, thinking about it, and said to myself, just tear down the old reactor and carefully figure out its structure, and maybe I can make some discoveries, and the result—"

Li Yao spoke about the wonderful phenomenon he observed.

To his surprise, Yuan Manqiu's expression was neither surprise, nor joy, nor doubt, but a faint sadness.

It was as if a wound that had been scabbed had been torn again, and the painful memories that had been sealed for a long time resurfaced.

Li Yao rarely saw such an expression on the teacher's face.

Yuan Manqiu always gives him the feeling of being a tiger on weekdays, and once he encounters a major event, he seems calm and calm, and his Taoist heart is extremely firm.

Therefore, although she is not the highest cultivation among the grassroots refiners, so many grassroots refiners are still willing to advance the Xuan Bone Project under her leadership.

Li Yao had only seen such an expression on her face once.

It was the explosion of the Floating Mountain of the Refining Department and the sacrifice of Professor Mo Xuan.

"Teacher, do you feel it?"

Li Yao was a little nervous.

"Nope."

Yuan Manqiu shook his head lightly and said with a little bitterness.

"How so?"

Li Yao was stunned for a moment, took over the reactor ding, and re-perceived.

Although it was very faint, the hundreds of transparent fireflies were indeed there, emitting an incomparably dim light.

I am only in the Qi refining period, and I can sense it.

The teacher is in the foundation building period, there is no reason not to perceive it!

"I believe your perception, it's definitely not an illusion, I think, it should be an ethereal spirit."

Yuan Manqiu's voice was a little lonely.

"Ethereals?"

Li Yao blinked.

He had heard a little about the term Void Spirit Body, but he hadn't learned it in detail, and he hadn't encountered it on his previous cultivation path.

Yuan Manqiu seemed to have exhausted all his strength, supported the base of the Xuan Bone Battle Armor, slowly sat down, and said lightly:

"You've seen ghosts, haven't you?"

Li Yao nodded:

"Of course I've seen ghosts, I'm still good friends with a lot of ghosts, and besides, in our school, aren't there a few teachers who are ghost cultivators?"

The good friends he said were Ding Yin and Wei Qingqing.

A year and a half ago, on the way to the Great Wilderness War Academy, the crystal rail train was hit by a beast tide, and seven cultivators sacrificed themselves to protect the entire train of ordinary people, and in the end, only two cultivators' souls were preserved and transformed into ghost cultivators, that is, Ding Yin and Wei Qingqing.

After Li Yao went to the Great Wilderness War Academy, the two of them also went to the Yin Soul Academy specially opened by the Federation for ghost cultivators to learn how to be ghosts.

Since then, the two sides have corresponded frequently, Li Yao and Ding Yin have exchanged ideas about refining tools, and occasionally read Wei Qingqing's latest pure literary masterpieces, and their friendship has deepened.

A year later, Ding Yin and Wei Qingqing ended their studies at the Yin Soul Academy and went their separate ways.

Ding Yin joined the "Ghost Brigade", a unit specially set up for ghost cultivation in the federal army, and became an army refiner, specializing in helping ghost cultivators in the ghost brigade maintain their bodies.

Wei Qingqing also realized her dream and really entered a primary school and became a primary school teacher.

It's just that this elementary school is a bit special, and all the students are children who died young.

People die like lights go out, and not everyone has the opportunity to become ghosts.

For cultivators with powerful divine souls, the chance of becoming a ghost is a little higher, while for ordinary people, the chance of becoming a ghost is very small.

Among ordinary people, there are several people who have a higher chance of becoming ghosts than the average person.

For example, a person who was born or died at a specific time or place; people who died in red; People with great resentment and attachment.

The other is a child who dies young.

Because the fire of a child's life has just been ignited, the soul has not been excessively consumed, and it is purer than that of an adult, so the probability of being intact after death is higher.

In the ancient cultivation realm, the soul of a child who died early was the best material to use for cultivation.

Many mad cultivators even deliberately used cruel means to kill children and obtain yin souls to refine yin poisonous magic weapons.

In modern times, of course, the situation is different.

The protection of ghost rights by the Star Federation has almost been elevated to the same level as human rights.

In particular, the juvenile ghosts who died before the age of eighteen were introduced, and the "Star Federation Juvenile Ghost Protection Law" was introduced, stipulating that juvenile ghosts have the same rights and obligations as minors to receive education.

Wei Qingqing went to such a school specially opened for ghosts.

She also sent Li Yao a photo, which was a photo of her and the students in the class.

Of course, it was not set inside a puppet, but in a dark room, the manifestation talisman array was activated, and it was photographed with a special crystal eye.

In the photo, Wei Qingqing and the children are like moving crystal statues, crystal clear, lifelike, not to mention how happy they are.

Li Yao was also sincerely happy for her.

With such two friends, Li Yao is no stranger to ghosts, nor is he resistant.

But the transparent fireflies in the reactor don't look like ghosts in any way!

"Ethereal spirits are not ghosts in the usual sense, or you can understand them as ghosts in a lower dimension, ghosts in a two-dimensional state."

Yuan Manqiu Road.

"Two-dimensional ghosts?"

Li Yao really couldn't understand.

Yuan Manqiu nodded:

"That's right, ghosts, although they are free from the shackles of the physical body, still retain their sense of self, know who they are, and remember most of the things that happened in the past."

"But this state of affairs can't last long."

"If you can't find your physical body, you can't hide in a metal puppet in a digital way, and you don't know the secret method of Yin Soul cultivation, then soon, the ghost will decompose, melt, and collapse like ice and snow under the sun."

"In this process, the first thing you lose is your sense of self and you forget who you are."

"The second thing that is lost is memory, not being able to remember things from the past."

"The last thing that is lost is attachment, something that has always been in their minds and never forgotten."

"Once the attachment is gone, once it is gone, the ghost will completely disappear."

"However, if in this process, they are affected by external forces, or if their attachment is too strong, it is also possible to temporarily retain it in some special way, and the speed of dissipation will be reduced to a minimum, and they will become ghosts of a lower dimension, that is, 'Ethereal Spirit'!"

"You can think of the ethereal body as a person who has lost its sense of self and memory, and only retains a strong attachment, a trace of the thought of 'dying'!" (To be continued......)